by Fiona Cole
“Yeah, just got off a phone call with them.” She turned to me with sad, defeated eyes and just stared. I held her gaze, trying to see what to do next. Her chest moved faster and faster like she couldn't control her breathing. "Fuck!" she shouted, turning to lean over the counter. "Fuck this stupid wedding. Fuck the people. Fuck the flowers. Fuck the cake. Fuck everything. This is so fuck—”
“That’s enough.” My voice was hard and loud, demanding she stop. Her fists clenched against the granite and her hair fell like a curtain, hiding her face from me. I had to stop her from spiraling out of control. And I only knew one way to do it. It may not have been exactly how I planned our night going, but she needed me to take control and give her a reprieve from thinking about the wedding. “Kneel.”
She stood, shaking her head. “Kevin, I’m not in the—.”
“I said, kneel.” I deepened my tone, not allowing any question whether I was serious and not taking no for an answer. When she turned to look at me finally, I made my eyes hard, steady, ready to take on her pain. She took in a shaky breath as she faced me. “I won’t say it again, Anabelle.”
Swallowing hard, she knelt.
I turned the TV off and walked over to her before burrowing my hands into her hair to pull it off her face. Fisting it tight, I jerked her head back, so she had no choice but to look at me. “Take my cock out—quickly—and get me hard. Use your mouth.”
Her trembling hands reached for my buckle and began undoing my pants. Just watching her tremble made my dick twitch, excited by what was to come. By the time she’d pulled me out, I was already half hard, but when she closed her eyes and sucked all of me into her mouth, I groaned and stiffened immediately. She continued to lap at the underside of my shaft, hollowing her cheeks out at the top.
But I didn’t want her to have that much control. And I know she didn’t either. Gripping her hair tight, I held her head still as I began to ruthlessly shove myself in and out of her mouth, watching her gag a little each time I hit the back of her throat. But I wanted more.
“Take it, Ana. Take it like the good little slut you are.” And I pushed past the opening in her throat, trying to fit as much of myself inside her mouth as possible, holding it there. Her hands flew up to my thighs and pushed and I pulled back. She gasped for air and I couldn’t wait anymore. I pushed her to the floor, roughly gripping her hips to flip her over.
“Kevin,” she gasped, laying there on her stomach.
“Don’t fucking move.”
I jerked her leggings and panties down just far enough to have access to her pussy and without any preamble I lifted her hips enough to push my cock inside her. Her hands spread for purchase against the tile as I pushed until my balls rested against her skin, a small cry falling from her lips once I was all the way in.
“God, Ana. You wanted it. You wanted me to take you and use you on this floor. You want to just be fucked for my pleasure.”
“No.”
“Then why was your pussy soaking. Why did I slide inside this wet cunt with no resistance?”
She didn’t say anything, just pushed her forehead down to the floor.
“I’m going to fuck you now. It won’t be pleasurable for you. It won’t even last long enough for you to come.”
And with that, I pulled all the way out to shove back in again. Over and over and over, I fucked her on that floor. Her quiet moans muffled by the floor, swallowed by the sounds of my grunts as I ruthlessly shoved inside of her. I took no time for her pleasure. I just pounded in and out as fast as I could, racing for my orgasm. Closing my eyes, imagining someone finding us here, in the galley of our kitchen. A woman laying useless, only her ass exposed as a man took what he needed.
And with that image, I came. A groan vibrated from deep in my chest, as I held on to her hips and came inside her as deep as I could. Before I could soften, I pulled out and gripped her hair, pulling her back to her knees. She looked at me with dried tear tracks on her face, but relief in her eyes. I knew this was what she needed.
“Now suck me until I’m soft. Clean my cum off me.”
She dutifully licked every part of me, cleaning every speck of white off my dick until it lay limp again.
“Now take your clothes off right here, and then go place a plug in your ass to prepare yourself.”
As she began stripping, I walked past her to the fridge and grabbed a beer. Popping the top, I leaned back on the counter and watched her reveal each piece of skin. God, her ass was perfection, sitting atop long, toned legs. And I knew if she turned, I’d find a bare pussy, flat stomach, and perfect tits that fit in my hand.
My Ana had a hell of a body.
She didn’t even turn to look back before she walked down our hallway to the bedroom. I smiled, imagining her in there applying lube to the plug, then to her ass before she slipped it inside her. I wondered which one she chose. I wondered how big it would be. I had to fight the urge to run down the hall and watch her, but I wanted to let her wait. Let the anticipation build.
By the time I’d finished my beer, I’d come up with a plan. Smiling, I got another beer and went to go find my fiancé.
She sat on the edge of the bed, back straight and her hands placed primly on her knees.
I leaned against the door and took a sip of my beer as I looked her over.
“Lie back on the bed.”
I set my beer on the dresser and moved over to her and began pulling straps that we always kept on our bed. I stroked her skin as I wrapped the soft fabric around each wrist and ankle, not saying anything. Then I moved to grab a new toy that had come in last week.
“What is that?” she asked breathlessly, looking at the small purple butterfly with bands hanging from it.
"I got us a new toy. Well, I got you a toy. But I'm going to love watching you struggle." I placed the small butterfly right over her clit, nestled between the lips of her pussy and wrapped a band around each thigh and her waist. She said nothing, just panted through all of it, let out small whimpers when I lightly grazed her skin. I moved to grab my beer and dragged the chair we had in our bedroom a few feet in front of the bed. A perfect view.
Then I turned on the butterfly with a control and her whole body jerked, arms and legs pulling in to avoid the heavy vibrations.
“You’re going to give me all the orgasms you’ve denied me over the weeks. Right now. All in one sitting.”
“Kevin,” she whimpered. “You can’t make me.”
I laughed at her attempt to fight me and began removing my clothes, calm and unconcerned with how exhausted she would be by the end of the night. “How many orgasms do you think you owe me? Five? Ten?”
“Please.” The word escaped on a breath. She probably didn’t even know what she was begging for. More? Stop? Fuck me? All of the above?
“How about we just see how far we get until I get hard again and decide to fuck your ass.” I amped up the vibrations and she moaned, lifting her bottom off the bed, giving me a perfect view of the plastic circle resting outside her ass. Ahh, purple. She went with the medium plug. Good. I’d still have to use my fingers to stretch her out.
I leaned back in the chair, relaxed as I sipped my beer as I watched her squirm and get closer and closer to orgasm. Her moans grew louder until finally, her legs stiffened. I clenched my jaw as I listened to her cry out in pleasure and watched her pussy clench around nothing.
Once she was done, she looked to me as best she could with pleading eyes, her mouth open, and her chest rising and falling. Her perfect tits taunting me with their hard, pink tips.
“I’d love to fuck you, Anabelle, but my cock is still worn out from earlier. So, you just keep on coming until I’m ready. I’ll sit here and enjoy the show you’re putting on.” I gave her a small smirk before lifting the beer to my lips again. Her glazed eyes hardened, and her jaw clenched before moving to stare at the ceiling.
I cranked the vibrations up a little more, loving the ways she cried out. Unable to stand not touching her anymore, I stood and moved
to kneel between her spread legs. She had enough room to bend her knees and I pressed my palms against the inside of her thighs and pressed them back as far they would go, baring her clit even more to the vibrator.
I loved her stubbornness in the way she refused to meet my eyes. Leaning over her, I sucked a hard nipple into my mouth as I pushed on the plug. It wasn’t going anywhere, but with just that extra shove, she cried out.
“Come on, Ana,” I said against her breast. “You’ve got more in you.” I bit down her ribs to her hips, leaving red marks in my wake. “Maybe I’ll give your pussy something to squeeze next time. You think I can push my soft dick inside you and just enjoy the pressure of your orgasm?” Pressing as close as I could, I upped the vibration and used my fingers to push my semi-soft cock between her lips just as they spasmed. So hard it seemed to be sucking me in and pushing me out. We both moaned through that one and my dick began to come back to life as I pulled back.
"You're such a good girl. You come so well," I praised, reaching up to wipe the tears leaking from her eyes.
I waited for her safe word, but she said nothing, probably because she was struggling to catch her breath.
I leaned over her and pulled open the nightstand, pulling out a dildo that rotated. Before I pulled back, I whispered in her ear. “One more for me.”
When her eyes landed on the dildo, they widened, but still, she said nothing. I looked down at her swollen pussy, knowing it was going to be a tight fit. Maybe even a little painful, but I knew she wanted it. Hell, I knew her clit had to be sore from all the vibrations. I knew she had to be tired from the number of orgasms. But I pushed on anyway.
She whimpered from her chest as I began working the dildo inside her, pulling out just to push in further, letting our cum work together as lube.
“Oh, fuck yes, Ana.” I stared down at her core. “You are such a slut. Stuffed full of toys. A dildo deep in your pussy and a plug deep in your ass. Such a fucking whore who is going to come for me again because you like it. Only a slut would like to be stuffed full of dick.”
As soon as I turned on the rotations, she began coming, her hips lifting off the bed. The muscles of her thighs trembling as cries came pouring out of her mouth. It seemed to last forever and once she was done, her soft, exhausted whimpers continued.
“Good girl. And look at me, hard and ready to fuck that tight ass.”
“Kevin, please. . .” I stopped with my hand on the plug, ready to remove it. “Please turn off the vibrator.”
I cocked an eyebrow, waiting for her safe word, but it never came. So, slowly, I removed the plug. I reached across her and grabbed the lube, adding enough to coat my fingers of one hand and use the other to lube up my dick. It was straining now, eager to get inside her. Eager to spill my cum inside her.
I slipped my fingers in and scissored them apart, stretching her further as her hips squirmed to get away from the pressure. Once I felt she was prepared, I pushed her thighs back as far as they’d go and moved to line my dick with her opening.
“Kevin, wait,” she gasped. “Aren’t you going to remove the dildo?”
We’d never done this before, but I was ready to try something new to push her harder tonight. Instead of answering, I chuckled and began working my dick inside her. Because she was so well prepared, I didn’t go slowly. I pushed harder, wanting to see her cringe in pain. And once I was in, I claimed her ruthlessly.
“Fuck, Ana,” I groaned. “I can feel the dildo. So fucking good. Not going to last.”
The harder I fucked her, the more she cried out, the harder she squeezed around me.
“I can’t,” she cried. “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.”
“You will,” I growled.
Still pounding into her, I pulled off the butterfly and pressed my thumb hard against her clit, loving her scream. I fell over her and bit her nipples, pushing my groin against the dildo, shoving it in harder with each thrust of my hips.
With a few more swipes of my thumb across her too swollen nub, she cried out one more orgasm, louder than before and I had to fight the intense contractions of her ass as she came. The tight squeeze and drag against my cock, the sounds of her cries in my ears pulled my orgasm from me and I pressed in hard as I shot my cum inside her, groaning against her heaving chest.
Once I could breathe again, I slowly removed the dildo out of her, both of us groaning once it was free, and then eased my cock out of her ass. I unstrapped her arms and she rolled to her side.
I went to the bathroom and wiped myself off before getting another hot washcloth to clean up the most beautiful woman in the world. Her whole body was still flushed from the orgasms as she lay half passed out on the bed. Her long limbs and golden hair splayed out against the sheets.
Fuck, I loved her.
I wiped her clean, gently, and kissed every red bite mark I’d left behind, before tugging her into my arms. She sighed and burrowed deeper into me.
“Thank you,” she whispered and kissed the hollow of my neck.
"Was I. . ." I swallowed, old insecurities still creeping up on me. "Was I too hard?"
A soft smile curved her full lips. “Never.”
5
Ana
I blinked against the light shining in through the windows, cursing Kevin for opening the blinds so early. Stretching my arm out to feel for him, I was met with nothing but a warm, empty bed. The sounds from the kitchen reached my ears and I relaxed knowing he was probably getting the coffee started. Bless him.
He owed me after last night.
I smiled remembering everything he’d done to me. I clenched my sore muscles and stretched, raising my arms toward the headboard, pointing my toes, and moaned as I felt the stinging between my legs.
“Now there’s a sight to be greeted by.”
Kevin walked in with a tray in his hands and heat in his eyes. My breasts had peeked out above the sheet when I’d stretched. I kept my arms above my head, loving the way his brown eyes grew darker and scanned my body, leaving heat in their wake as if he’d actually touched me.
“I’d show you more if you say that coffee is for me,” I said, taunting him and inching the sheet down with my feet.
“You’d show me more if I told you to.”
Butterflies fluttered low in my stomach, and blood rushed to my cheeks. After so many years, this man still made my heart race with excitement. It almost brought tears to my eyes knowing how long I had gone without his control when it had been here the whole time.
“I love you,” I breathed the words softly, but heavy with meaning. We’d needed last night. I’d needed last night. And as always, Kevin knew what was best for me.
“I love you too,” he said, perching the tray on the bed. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine before handing me a coffee mug, the light-colored liquid letting me know he’d made it just the way I liked it.
“Are you sore?” he asked as he leaned down to place a peck on my nipple.
“Yes,” I answered with a smile.
“Good. It will give you something to think about all day whenever you move.”
He stood and walked to the dresser to grab his laptop before coming back to settle himself on the bed. He set the computer on his lap but didn’t open it.
“What are you doing?” I asked, chuckling at his odd actions. His Adam’s apple bobbed on a heavy swallow as he stared at his lap, his thumb tapping against the black plastic.
“Anabelle.” My name came out gravelly and filled with nerves. I pulled the sheet to my chest and sat up straighter. His uncharacteristic nervousness was concerning me.
I didn’t want to ask, but I did anyway. “What?”
His hand moved to push his hair back and he looked at me with a solid, steady gaze. “Let’s get married today.”
My shoulders dropped, and I exhaled in frustration, wanting a little bit longer to not talk about the wedding. “Kevin, I don’t even want to think about the wedding right now. I just can’t think about all that has g
one wrong.”
“Then don’t.”
“But—”
“Let’s get married today.” He said it again and the words hit me again. Each one. Before, all I heard was married and felt dread at the decisions ahead of me. But now, I paused when I heard “today.”
Let’s get married today.
“What?” I was so confused.
“Fuck all of this, Ana. I got online last night and searched the courthouse’s hours and what we’d need. Let’s go to the courthouse and get married. Simple. Easy. Just you and me.”
Tingles broke out across my body, my mind struggling to keep up. “But the wedding. All the stuff we have. My dress, the guests, the—”
“We can still have the big wedding, but we can do it knowing we will be together and nothing else matters. We can have our Catholic wedding when we planned, but let’s go to the courthouse today. No more stress.”
A soft laugh slipped from my lips as I processed. He looked at me with pleading eyes, needing me to understand, but it was all so much.
“How does this stop all the stress?” I asked, shaking my head. The thought of saying “fuck it,” and just marrying this man today was almost too big to imagine. My heart kicked up and I almost smiled at how happy the thought made me. All I wanted was Kevin. All I ever wanted was Kevin.
His large hand enveloped mine, infusing warmth and strength. “Because if the wedding is a shit-show, and nothing ever really comes together, it won’t matter.” He smiled at me with adoration and love before lifting my hand to his lips and nipping at my fingers. “It wouldn’t matter because you’d already be my wife. And that’s all that really matters.”
Tears burned the backs of my eyes at just the words my wife. That’s all I wanted. “Kevin,” I choked past the lump in my throat.
“I have tickets for Jamaica right here. We can leave tonight for our honeymoon.”
My mind scrambled. “But work. . .”
“I called this morning and told them I wasn’t coming in. I wanted to be here with you today regardless. But maybe I was hopeful you’d agree to this crazy plan.”